Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold

Written up in marker on a factory sign
'I [bad word] with the feeling that my life isn't mine'
It's so cold, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold

See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go

You
Ooohooh

(…)

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Streets and bars and a pavement of saints
And at the streets are rising and you'd rather sing
'Don't let them take control
No, we won't let them take control'

Yes, I feel a little bit nervous,
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax,
 [bad word] 'round to get us
 [bad word] 'round when they don't know the facts

So on concrete canvas and a glow in the dark
Concrete canvas, I will make you a mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I am down with the spray can soul

You
Ooohooh

Oh, you
Ooohooh

Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh

It's [bad word] 
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven